Watching clouds an' dreaming,
A favourite pastime of toddlers;
Till youth compels cloud-high leaping.
Childhood with imaginary forms cloudy
Of teddy-bears or fairies or Herrcule's arm;
Maturity with ethereal words in plenty.
Sketching cloudy images of infant
Colouring dreams of adolescence;
Adults, pouring them into verse dormant
As, these- -
Fleecy puffs that wind-spread fast
Across the space of sublime vision
As, blowing whiffs from cotton-fields vast.
White shining blocks gliding
Across the still-wintry sky;
As, upside-down broken glaciers floating;
Blotches of snowy balls dispersed
Across a serene lagoon above;
As, frock with polka-dots breezy-swayed.
Riot of bright hues slashed
Across the setting summer canopy
As, brilliance of Holi displayed.
Grey smudges or wild splashing
Across the dusky-roof of a shore;
As, folds of pinky-orange veil fluttering.
Welcome sheet of cyan an' flashing sights
Across anxious gaze of scorching farms;
As, curtains drop on a stage bright.
Rushing, crashing boulders of ice
Across mountains, valleys and terrains;
As, marathon jumbos on a race track.
Silver-lined shadowy shapes gliding
Across the starry, half-moon terrace;
As, in dark bride-room, sparklers dangling.
Woolly blanket spread, tinted rosy,
Across a spotted tent, camping horizon;
As, dreamy infant cuddled within a softy.
Ensnaring wit and luring ambition
Across the prison of global existence;
As, hectic cynics eclipse leisur'd imagination.
Alas! Those moments speed past
Across the seamless worldly chores;
As, grownups shy such childish repast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem